Mad Men

Someone sees you in ink,

Someone in stones,

Some in their soul own.

Some in repeated actions,

bows, folded hands, crosses, meditation

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These assorted truths & lies of your existence

Never made a difference to me

But the only possibility of your being

Only in the face of a mad-man I’ve seen

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The only potential, only hope

as his face glows with animation

as he goes about his acts, sans inhibitions

Ever present in the now

liberated of the whys, wherefores & how

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In the thoughtlessness of pure action

Drowning all superfluous noise

In the absolute freedom of will

In the madness of a crazy choice

My God exists, only in the act of selection

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Words to make you buy

Songs to make you drink

Books to make you kill

Images to let you not think

Someone’s agenda passing off as divine will

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No, consciousness ain't a gift

It needs be inculcated,

My God exists only in choice

Everything else is just the will of one,

executed through another scum

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My religion, is the religion of freedom